The Puffin's Muffin
The Orange and Black Puffin
Greatly Loved his Muffin
He was able to keep the pace
But he was Running out of Space
He counldn't take Anymore
As he Squeezed through the Door
So he Flew to his Mom
Crying, "My Muffin is Gone!"
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